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flyingpochama948 · 10 months ago

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This is a fanfic that I started working in...2011 I think. Set sometime between the two Battle Club tournament arcs. Georgia gets caught in a rainstorm while training Pawniard to evolve for the Clubsplosion tournament and seeks shelter against a mountain. She becomes ill but Stephan finds her and brings her back to her campsite, despite her not wanting to.

Just Stephan being a ball of sunshine and Georgia not knowing how to respond to his kindness other than just being rude. I will admit I did intend for this to be a ship fic when I first wrote it but it's strictly friendship now. And it was meant to have more chapters, which I did work on one. But the first is pretty much complete, it'd could probably use a little more, so I'd thought I share. Just because of the severe lack of Stephan fan fiction on the internet.

Maybe I'll upload it to AO3 but for now, I'll leave it here. Thank you for reading~

Loneliness. It was something that the Dragon Buster was greatly used to. Ever since that day she was defeated by a Dragon Master from the Village of Dragons, her life has been like that. She learned on that day that the only one she could truly depend on was herself. She didn’t even trust her own Pokémon fully considering that her first Pokémon abandoned her when she lost to the Dragon Master. This was the beginning of Georgia’s time as a self-proclaimed Dragon Buster.

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And so she traveled alone, seeking out potential Dragon Masters from the Village of the Dragons in order to defeat them and their Dragon Pokémon. Recently Georgia had met a Dragon Master in training from the Village of Dragons by the name of Iris. Something was definitely different about this one. Not just because she only had a puny Axew as her Dragon Pokémon but for other reasons. The girl had traveled with friends, something that was different from the other Dragon Masters she had encountered.

It was no wonder why she was so behind in her training was what Georgia believed. Friends were distracting her and keeping her from reaching her full potential. However… she seemed happy to be with them. This struck her when she was able to defeat her in a one-on-one battle the last time she met her. Iris did not look disappointed at all at the loss. She simply smiled, picked up her Axew, and walked over to her supportive friends.

This was something that Georgia could not understand. Why look so content after a humiliating loss? Was it because of her companions…? No. That would be impossible.

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The day started out normal enough. It was beautiful outside so Georgia left the Pokémon Center she was staying and hiked deep into the woods near the base of a mountain. She had heard of a tournament known as the “Clubspolsion” was coming up quickly and wanted to try and get her Pawniard to evolve before it started.

By the time the Dragon Buster had reached the perfect training spot, clouds had already blanketed the sky. This wouldn’t be enough to stop her training however and she called Pawniard out from her Poké Ball. They trained for about a half an hour before it started to drizzle. Moments after that, a complete down pour started falling from the sky. She certainly could not train Pawniard in this condition and returned her to her Poké Ball.

Georgia ran through the pelting rain drops until she was finally able to find a place to shelter her; a small, rock overhang on the side of a mountain. She had to pull her knees to her chest in order to be completely covered by the overhang and even then the rain splattered on to her as it hit the bedrock.

“This is just great… Just great!” she said to herself. Chills sped up Georgia’s spine feeling the fleeting cold overcome her. Her clothes were drenched and provided little to no warmth in that state. “Ah… ACHOO!” she sneezed. “Oh no… Now I’ve got a cold coming on. Can this get any worse?”

Just then a large bolt of lightning struck just feet away from her causing her to scream in fear. Afterwards she could smell the smoldering ground where the lightning bolt hit.

“Just had to say that didn’t I… ah…. AACHOO!”

If there was one thing that the Dragon Buster hated more than Dragon-types, it was thunder and lightning. She had always feared it ever since she was a little girl. It felt as if she was suffocating and the rattling thunder got louder, like it was closing in on her.

Georgia’s ears then picked up the sound of cantering hooves coming from her left. When she looked up she saw a Zebstrika just a few feet away staring at her. She wasn’t sure if it was interested in the lightning strike or her scream.

“What do you want…?” she said in a pout. The Zebstrika only wiggled its ears then lowered its head a bit in order to sniff her. “Eww, go away! Shoo!”

“Zebstrika, what are you doing?” said a voice.

It was the voice of Zebstrika’s Trainer and soon he came into Georgia’s line of sight. He was a burly kid, probably a little older than she was, with red hair. He carried a large black umbrella to protect himself from the rain. Something seemed familiar about him.

“Why’d you run off like…” The boy trailed off in his words when he spotted the girl hiding under the small overhang. “Oh, hello.”

“Hey…”

“Sorry if my Zebstrika scared you… Say… Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“I was about to ask the same thing.”

“Wait! Now I remember. You’re that girl who lost to Ash in the Club Battle tournament in the second round.”

That statement stung Georgia’s ego as she was forced to remember the loss, responding to it by hugging her legs tighter to her body.

“Georgia, wasn’t it?” he asked.

“Yes… And you’re the one who lost to that so-called Dragon Master, Iris. Steven, right?”

A twitch of his eye told that the boy was annoyed about yet another person not getting his name right. “The name’s Stephan… But I’ll let it slide this time since it’s been a while and we never really spoke.”

“Joy…” she said with great sarcasm.

“What are you doing out here?”

“I was training my Pawniard when the rain hit. What’s it to you? And why are you out here?”

“We were actually chasing the lightning strikes. They help give Zebstrika an extra boost of electrical power. But the rain came in and we were heading back to camp when Zebstrika ran off to here.”

“Chasing lightning? Are you insane or just stupid… AACHOO!”

“That was some sneeze,” Stephan stated as he crouched. Taking a moment to examine the Dragon Buster, he then said, “You’re soaked to the bone.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

Another chill was quickly fleeting up Georgia’s spine, causing her to shiver but she tried to hide her discomfort from Stephan. She stared at the ground momentarily before she saw the boy’s hand reach out to her from above.

“You could get really sick if you stay out here like this. Come with me. I have a little place set up not far from here.”

“Hmph. Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll be fine on my own.”

The roar of thunder could be heard in the distance and caused the Dragon Buster to shoot her head up and look around the area, obviously startled and even trembling slightly. Stephan only frowned at the pitiful sight. “I can tell you have a lot of pride. But please, put your pride aside for now and just let me help you.”

Georgia just stared into Stephan’s concerned, blue eyes after that. She couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, someone showed so much worry for her. “Fine…” she mumbled.

The boy smiled and helped the girl to her feet. After she came out from under the overhang, he made sure that his umbrella stayed over her. The trio started to walk in the direction of Stephan’s campsite when Georgia paused after going into a coughing fit.

“This is bad. You shouldn’t be walking in this condition. You can hitch a ride on Zebstrika’s back.”

“Absolutely not. That thing smells like a Trubbish that baked in the sun now that it’s all wet.”

Zebstrika let out a snort and turned his head away, clearly insulted. “Well that wasn’t very nice,” said Stephan. “He was the one that found you after all.”

“I didn’t ask to be found.” She watched as Stephan set the umbrella on the ground momentarily, then proceeded to lift up her by her waist. Immediately she started flailing and kicking. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?”

“You’re getting on that Zebstrika whether you like it or not.”

She would have fought harder to resist the help had she had not been in the state she was in. In a few seconds she was side-saddling Zebstrika. The Dragon Buster gave an irritated pout. “You’re really a stubborn one aren’t you?” she hissed.

“I could say the same about you.”

Once more the trio was en route to their destination. Stephan held his umbrella over Georgia’s head on the way. She looked down at him and saw that he had no protection from the relenting rain. His spiky red hair now lied flat against his head.

“You know you’re just going to end up like me if you have nothing to keep you dry.”

“No worries. I’ll be fine. I have a strong immune system. But thanks for your concern,” he said with a smile.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m only stating a fact.”

Within a few minutes they arrived at Stephan’s campsite. His shelter was a rather large tent that was pitched underneath a tree.

Georgia sighed at the sight. “This is where you’re staying? You’ve got to be kidding me. How is that flimsy tent going to shelter anyone from this storm?”

“Hey, better than where…you were staying,” he replied while lifting her off Zebstrika. He then pulled out a Poké Ball from his pocket and said, “Return, Zebstrika. Thanks for your help.”

The Dragon Buster began to hug her arms to her body and shivered in an attempt to keep warm; her teeth chattering the entire time. It would seem like there would be no other option than to take shelter in the tent with a boy she was already tired of. Georgia then became startled feeling a hand on her back.

“Let’s get you out of this rain, shall we?” Stephan advised gently.

She only nodded as a response and she was the first to crawl into the tent. The Dragon Buster was surprised at how spacious the tent actually was. Maybe it wouldn’t be impossible for her to have some sort of personal space. The bottom of the tent was covered in soft, down comforter made for a king size bed. She quickly crawled to a corner just before Stephan crawled in himself.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he chirped with bride.

“Quite a lot a room in here just for one person.”

“Yeah well, as you can see, I’m a big guy. And big guys like to have a lotta space.”

“Uh huh…” Georgia said while ungraciously wiping the mucus running from her nose with her hand.

The young man reached for his backpack and pulled out a few towels. He tossed a few of them to the Dragon Buster so she could dry herself off a bit. First, she removed gloves then her hat, which the rain pretty much soaked right through, so she could dry her hair with the towel. Stephan was doing the same on the opposite side of the tent. The loud pitter patter of the rain could be heard outside.

“What a down pour,” the boy stated as he rested the towel on the back of his neck. “Hope it doesn’t stay this way for too long.”

“You and me both,” replied Georgia. “I have to get back to training so I can become the greatest Dragon Bust… ahh… AAHHCCHOO! Meh…”

“Well before that, you should take care of that cold.”

“It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with. This is only the sniffles.”

With a flannel blanket in hand, Stephan crawled over to his guest. Seeing him approach, Georgia raised an eyebrow. Once he was close enough, he attempted to put a hand on her forehead but she resisted it.

“Hey!” she shouted. “Back off, Steven!”

“Will you relax? I just want to see if you’re running a fever. And it’s Stephan, by the way.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware you were a doctor,” she said with voice dripping with sarcasm.

During her ranting, Stephan managed to stamp his hand on the Dragon Buster’s forehead. She grabbed hold of his arm trying to push his hand away. He was very strong but at the same time he was not applying too much force. A few seconds passed by and he removed his hand from her forehead then placed it on his own to compare temperatures.

Soon after that, Georgia punched him in the arm. “Don’t you dare touch me again. You hear me!?”

“Fine,” he replied while rubbing his arm. “But you do have a temperature.” Stephan placed the folded-up flannel blanket near Georgia’s legs then turned around back to his side of the tent. The girl sucked up her pride and unfolded the blanket. She bundled herself in it and tried to suppress her shivering. “Nice right hook you got, by the way,” he complimented with a wink.

That only frustrated the Dragon Buster even more, for some reason. “Ugh, doesn’t anything make you mad?”

“Hm, nope. I’m pretty chill. ‘Cept when people get my name wrong…”

Georgia gained a heavy smirk and narrowed her gaze. “Stuvan…Stelios…”

“You’re literally doing that on purpose, so it’s not going to work. Nice try though.”

The two stayed to their sides of the tent, Georgia tying to huddle in a little ball in the corner while Stephan removed his shoes and put them to the side. There was a bit of water inside them from the rain. Georgia happened to glance and his direction while he did that and figured she should probably get her boots of as well. They didn’t have nearly as much water in them due to being boots but her socks were still damp so she removed them.

Things were awkwardly quiet for a while until the boy tried to spark a conversation.

“So, what were you training for? Anything in particular or was it just general training?”

“Don’t see how it’s any of your business…” she remarked and then sniffed up some mucus. “But if you must know, I’m trying to get Pawniard to evolve. There’s this thing coming up called the Clubsplosion and I want her to be a Bisharp by then.”

Stephan’s eyes lit up at the mentioning of the Clubsplosion. “You’re entering? So am I! Me and Sawk have been training really hard every day. But we still have a lot more to do. I’m trying to teach him Low Sweep to deal with faster opponents and it’s going pretty well.”

An answer to a question she didn’t ask. Georgia suppressed the urge to groan while he kept talking. She had acutely regretted ever sharing. If only he had an off switch.

“Gotta say, that’s pretty gutsy of you to enter with a Dark and Steel-type. Lots of the competitors will probably enter with Fighting-types like me.”

“If it’s not a Dragon-type, I don’t particularly care. Out of all my Pokémon, Bisharp would be best suited for the hand-to-hand combat style of the tournament with its high physical attack stat.”

The redhead nodded with agreement. “High attack power Pokémon are my favorites. Speed is also important. To hit hard with blinding speed…it’s a total rush, isn’t it?”

Georgia gazed on with mild curiosity. “Defense is also an important factor, you know?”

“You know what they say: ‘A good offense is a good defense’...or something like that. You saw the thing I did to Emolga’s Attract, right?”

Truthfully, she remembered it well. She got great satisfaction seeing someone finally put a stop to Iris’ cheap tricks. But she wasn’t about to give Stephan any praise. He still lost so none of it really mattered. In fact, she believed it was time he received some harsh criticism.

“Oh yeah, now I remember. How you needlessly kept dropping Sawk’s defenses by spamming Close Combat. That’s how you lost. Which is why I say…defenses are important. And it’s really dumb to hit a Pokémon with Static with a physical move.”

That was surely going to rile him up. But he looked towards the top of tent in deep thought, like he was working something out in his head. He scratched at his chin. “So you're saying. maybe a special move would have worked better?”

Georgia shifted uncomfortably were she sat, sniffling. “Well, duh. Obviously. Like…you can teach Sawk Focus Blast. So you don't have to hit opponents directly. Or just get another Sawk with the rare ability Mold Breaker. Clearly yours doesn’t have it…”

Stephan merely blew a raspberry. “Yeah right. Sawk’s one of my best buds! The greatest one to ever exist. I’m not getting a new one. We’ll find a way around it, later. But thanks for the advice anyway.”

It was said without an ounce of sarcasm in his voice, something Georgia wasn’t used to when talking to others. He seemed genuinely appreciative of her criticisms, seeing it as advice rather. Or maybe he was just too dense to realize it. None of it mattered really. The sooner she got better, the sooner she could part ways with him and get back to training.

Friends were a letdown anyway…right?

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qnewsau · 10 months ago

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$165k raised to restore Priscilla Queen of the Desert bus

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$165k raised to restore Priscilla Queen of the Desert bus

Donations to a campaign to rescue and restore the original bus from Priscilla, Queen of the Desert have come in from all over the world.

The much-loved 1994 Australian film is celebrating its 30th birthday this year.

Three decades on, the long-lost original bus from Priscilla has been found – in a state of extreme disrepair – in regional New South Wales.

The 1976 Hino freighter bus will now be professionally restored and immortalised in Birdwood’s National Motor Museum.

On Friday, the History Trust of South Australia launched a campaign calling for donations.

After a $100,000 boost from the South Australian government, in just a few days donations have surpassed $165,000.

Joyous piece of Australian culture

National Motor Museum Director Paul Rees said Priscilla’s global fanbase meant the first donations came in from overseas before Aussies awoke on Friday.

“There were donations from France [and] there were German messages,” Paul told SA radio station Power FM.

“My favourite was Mimi from Minnesota, who wrote, ‘Good on you guys, love this film and well done for getting the bus. Here’s 250 bucks.’

“Priscilla is an icon. It’s a worldwide hit. This movie was 30 years ago and our restoration project will be a great tourism attraction for South Australia.”

The museum’s ultimate goal, Paul said, is “a huge exhibition to honour this joyous piece of Australian culture.”

“As a social history museum, our mission is to tell the history of Australia through the lens of motoring,” he said.

“That comes to us in all sorts of ways, including culture. The road movie is Australia’s thing, isn’t it? Priscilla is one of those.”

Paul Rees said Priscilla director Stephan Elliott and the cast considered the bus the fourth member of the ensemble.

“I think just like any decent person who’s fallen on hard times, we need to give her some love and attention,” he said.

Priscilla’s rescue mission spanned multiple states

When a landowner in the town of Ewingar came forward with the discovery, Paul Rees immediately set out from Adelaide.

He said he drove for 40 hours on a six-day round trip interstate to see Priscilla recovered.

“We took her off the farm in the hilltop in NSW’s northern rivers region, very isolated,” he recalled.

“We got up there and watched the bus go off to Brisbane. It was so fragile that we had to find the nearest company to do the early scoping work.

“Even as we’re driving the bus back on a tilt tray, we had a fleet of vehicles following and picking up bits from the road as things fell off.

“We had to [go to Brisbane because] on the epic journey back to Adelaide, there wouldn’t be much left.”

Paul said the History Trust’s project will be a “museum-grade heritage restoration”.

“It’s not a backyard job, it’s very thorough. If parts aren’t available anymore, we’ll try and restore them to the best of our ability,” he said.

“We can get fitters and turners of a certain age who can spin and create bits and pieces as they were back in the 1970s.

“That’s a better way of restoration so we really know we’re getting something as authentic as we can.”

More on Priscilla:

‘Save the queen’: How the Priscilla, Queen of the Desert bus was found

Broken Heel Festival is celebrating Priscilla’s 30th birthday

‘They booed’: Stephan Elliot recalls horror first Priscilla screening

‘Hire locals’: Outrage over RuPaul’s Drag Race stars’ Priscilla shoot

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

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jcmarchi · 1 year ago

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Italian Police Will Soon Ride in a Lamborghini Urus Performante - Technology Org

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Italian Police Will Soon Ride in a Lamborghini Urus Performante - Technology Org

Police need fast cars. This is quite obvious – suspects might have extremely powerful vehicles and letting them run away with them sometimes is not an option. However, the police also need cheaper cars because taxpayer’s money needs to be respected. So how come that Italian police are riding in Lamborghinis? Recently Italy’s police got a brand new Lamborghini Urus Performante.

It is actually a tradition of Lamborghini to provide supercars to the Italian State Police. Soon this collaboration is going to celebrate its 20th birthday.

Lamborghini Urus Performante, which will begin its police duties in Italy in 2024. Image credit: Lamborghini

It started in 2004, when Automobili Lamborghini and the Italian State Police agreed to field some extreme supercars to aid the Highway Police. While many stereotypes can be hurtful, Italians probably won’t mind us saying that speeding in the beautiful Italian autostradas is not an uncommon occurrence.

Italy is the land of supercars and catching them is not always easy. And so the Italian police back then got a Lamborghini Gallardo to patrol the country’s highways and perform other important duties.

Now the Italian “Polizia Stradale” will enjoy a more practical car – a Lamborghini Urus Performante, which will enter into service in 2024. In these 20 years this Urus Performante SUV is the sixth Lamborghini model to enter into the Highway Police fleet.

Urus Performante. Image credit: Lamborghini

Of course, it was customised to fit the needs of the police better. This Urus Performante received the appropriate paint job, lights, armoured weapon box, a flip-down message display and a special compartment in the trunk for stowing service equipment and a defibrillator for first aid response.

And that is a good indication of what is one of the expected duties of this vehicle. The Urus Performante in the police force may have to perform special services including the urgent medical transport of organs and plasma.

Other Lamborghini vehicles, such as the Lamborghini Huracán, have already performed such missions. This Urus Performante even has a portable fridge for the transportation of organs.

The Lamborghini Urus Performante is a big, but extremely powerful car. It has a twin-turbo V8 engine, pushing out 490 kW of power and 850 Nm of torque. It can accelerate to 100 km/h in just 3.3 seconds and has a top speed of 306 km/h.

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Stephan Winkelmann, Chairman and CEO of Automobili Lamborghini, said: “Knowing that our cars are used for public duties and, above all, for crucial operations to save human lives, can only make me and the whole company proud. These initiatives, which bring us great satisfaction, demonstrate our innate close ties with Italy.”

Who knows how long this partnership will go on. But it is cool to know that police in Italy have access to Italian supercars and use them to save lives.

Urus Performante. Image credit: Lamborghini

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themaelstrommind · 2 years ago

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My name is Stephan Brown.

I should be dead right now.

No, this isn't a sign of depression, some quasi relatable throwback to my emo days as a teenager, or any other bullshit like that. I should have died numerous times already.

Yet, here I am. Why?

I ask myself this at least once a day. Why? Why am I cursed with continuing this existence that will only lead to more speculation, more regret, and more destruction?

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For over 10 years now, I've been trying to come to terms with my brain and how it's no longer the same brain that I used to have. I have taken a side seat expedition in jumping from unsteady foundations and putting trust in others only to sabotage myself at every turn. Why?

For over 10 years now, I have tried to seek some fleeting sense of familiarity to what I used to have when I was a young kid - a loving family. A family worth fighting for. The moment I get even close to some sense of that, I will destroy it for no other reason but to watch the flames. Why?

This is madness. Plain and simple. No one in their right mind would destroy personal happiness. No one would build their nest just to firebomb it to oblivion.

I am, for all intents and purposes, a horrible human being. I have lived through hell, and I bring it wherever I go. The circles I am in now are microscopic in comparison to what they used to be. What once was, is now smoldering ash. I sat here and watched it be reduced to what it is now with not so much but a shrug and a grin.

Why?

I used to champion it. Kept telling myself no, it is on them. I am the one burdened with a higher purpose in this life. I am correct. It is them who kept stabbing my back. It is them that made me bitter. It is you, dear reader. You are to blame. I kept telling myself it is your fault.

And then the proverbial storm subsides for a second. There is clarity. I am in the eye of the hurricane and those baby blue skies smile back at me for a brief moment. Only for a moment. The winds kick back up. The storm continues. Relentlessly. Aggressively. Telling me that I should have died numerous times already. Telling me that I am the one who is the victim here. I quietly get forced back into the passenger seat. The self sabotage picks back up. I'm only one wrong stimuli away from destroying something else in the name of self-preservation.

Why?

I should be dead right now. Fingers crossed. I hope I'm hatefully remembered. At least then I won't be forgotten completely.

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Last-Mile Delivery Report Uncovers Retailers’ and Logistics Providers’ Delivery Priorities and Opportunities Through 2027

Last-Mile Delivery Report Uncovers Retailers’ and Logistics Providers’ Delivery Priorities and Opportunities Through 2027. FarEye’s global research findings reveal that reducing the cost to deliver while boosting consumer experience is the pinnacle of last-mile delivery success. Chicago, Feb 23, 2027 - FarEye released the full findings of its Eye on Last-mile Delivery Report today, conducted with Researchscape International, which explores retailers’ and logistics providers’ last-mile delivery priorities and opportunities over the next five years. Logistics providers’ priorities for performance improvement differ by company size FarEye’s research findings for logistics providers reveal that for providers over $100 million in revenue, on-time delivery (74%) and cost per delivery (62%) are their top two priority KPIs to improve. For providers under $100 million in revenue, their top two priorities are the cost of delivery (73%) and customer satisfaction (64%). As logistics providers grow, complexity and scale increase, where on-time deliveries become more challenging to execute with precision. “Unlike retail, last-mile delivery is the backbone of logistics providers’ operations and their goals will be focused on delivery performance and cost efficiencies, above all. While their priority improvement metrics don’t differ heavily from retailers’ priority improvement areas, the difference lies in the size of the logistics provider. With size comes complexity, but also efficiency, where the cost per delivery goes down, but the difficulty in managing and tracking orders goes up,” said Stephane Gagne, vice president, product, FarEye. Retailers and logistics providers must work together to achieve superior deliveries How retailers and logistics providers work together to achieve the pinnacle delivery experience - one that simultaneously reduces the cost to deliver while increasing customer satisfaction will be crucial. Outsourced delivery networks have become a way for retailers to increase the speed of delivery (64%) and reduce the cost (37%) of last-mile delivery, however, it comes with the sacrifice of less control of the consumer experience. FarEye’s initial report findings denote that 84% of retailers that have outsourced their delivery networks want more control of their delivery networks. Specifically, 33% of retailers are challenged by logistics providers’ inability to provide reliable information and they rank carrier performance as the top factor that inhibits delivery speed. Logistics providers’ last-mile delivery growth priorities Over the next year, 77% of logistics providers expect their budgets for last-mile delivery technology to grow. Eighty-two percent of logistics providers claim they will likely change or buy a new last-mile delivery solution in the next 1-2 years. Forty percent of logistics providers expect to buy a last-mile delivery platform in the next five years, vs. building their own in-house (40%). Similar to retailers, logistics providers are also evaluating electric vehicles (80%), autonomous vehicles (44%), and drones (38%) to make their fleets more sustainable and efficient, over the next five years. Research Methodology The FarEye Eye on Last-mile Delivery research was released in two parts, in January and February 2023. FarEye analyzed responses from 300 leaders across retail and logistics with responsibility for logistics and retail operations in the U.S. (32%), EMEA (36%), and APAC (32%) regions. Read the full article

#delivery #deliverynetwork #lastmiledevliery #logistics #markettrends #retail #technology

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